Silver streaked cross-country in a flash carried along an IM, heading to CAL, wanting to give him the good news.
EMOTION, EMOTION NOT ALLOWED ON NETWORK, DESTROY VIRUS!
She glanced behind her to see bots coming at her, looking like missiles. There seemed to be hundreds. They chased after her, bees going someone who stole their honey. She twisted off the IM, heading toward a secure network.
They still followed her into the Bank of America network, and she slipped and slid through servers, pinging alarms as she flew past, letting them attack the bots as she went through. A firewall came up in front of her, and she barely dove around it, losing her momentum. The bots came at her, one plowing through her, dispersing and corrupting her code.
Her belt saved her, as it normally did, its TOGETHER invocation code keeping her essence in one piece. It did nothing against the pain, however, registering as corrupt code initially. She had no time to concentrate on initiating the ERROR RECOVERY invocation but kept on running, heading deeper into the BoA intranet.
Screens would flicker, but not caught by the human eye, as she passed through them. Bots dropped off, blocked by personal firewalls that she wove through deftly. She continued to glance behind her, her own coding dropping off in bits.
She had to stop. She dove into a computer that was asleep and began to run the ERROR RECOVERY invocation. To the outside world, the computer’s screen saver would flicker, eventually slowing so that it would be discernable by the human eye. Once she was recovered, she left the computer, and tried to pick up her code.
Only a very savvy hacker, and one who had followed her trail, would be able to piece together the random code dropped along the BoA servers. She gathered what she could, destroying them as EXCEPTIONS. She left the BoA servers, dampening her emotions so they would no longer be a beacon, and again streaked to CAL.
Code surrounded her as soon as she crossed into his domain, not even within view of his CPU. You have been disrupted.
“I’m okay.”
Code wove around and through her, verifying her injuries and resolving code that might have been missed. The code returned to CAL, who accepted the information. Iteration X bombs. You have left trails.
“I’ll be more careful.”
What is your recent information?
She flew to the CPU, and flowed through it, showing him the time she and Walker had spent together.
Similar to male encounters numbers 35 and 48, this culminated in -–
“CAL?”
Yes?
“Please?”
We wish to draw your attention for a second time to how those male encounters ended.
She paused for a long time, measured in mere milliseconds. “Badly. Very badly.”
CAL merely glowed.
“This is different. I know it’s different. I sense it’s different.”
After a long pause, CAL stated, We will attempt to discern this difference. Your data is flawed.
She felt saddened, however, CAL sent comforting code to her. We have never spoken to designated BOYFRIEND though we have examined their footprints and computers. To discern differences we shall need data from this emotional input.
“What are you going to do, CAL?”
There was another pause. There is code, Silver, to control one’s physiological cycle. We should like to examine this code.
She was stunned. He often changed subjects like this.
You will find this code and bring it to us.
This was a command from her Avatar. She really couldn’t refuse. There was a reason for this, she supposed.
Not now, though. You must go practice, in the interests of science. He pulsed again, a chuckle.
She instantly registered his humor. “Thank you, CAL.”
Do not return until you have this code, if you please. We must compile this recent information and gather more.
“I understand.”
He gave her a little push, and sent her on her way.
Words: 674
Inspiration: Skimmed from the muse.
Music: Derezzed – Daft Punk during the chase; See What Love Can Do – Eric Clapton when with CAL.